Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 702: Chapter 545: Dao Character No. 22_2

He had made it to the 7th floor, and taking advantage of the fact that the burnt ghost had not yet caught up, Yang Xiao pressed his ear to the door, listening. This level was eerily quiet. Yang Xiao found the broadcast station; the door stood open, the room a mess. Several TV screens were smashed, evidence of a fierce battle having taken place.

Near a camera that lay shattered on the ground, Yang Xiao found a pool of blood, as well as two severed fingers.

He could not determine to whom the fingers belonged, and found no bodies here. However, judging by the fact that Qu Muzhi had still been able to rescue him, Qu Muzhi was certainly still alive and must have also reclaimed his body. freewёbnoνel.com

This place was not safe to linger in. Yang Xiao went straight to the stairs, planning to go down and exit, but then he heard coughing sounds nearby, at the stairs!

Within three seconds, a figure in a nurse’s uniform, carrying a huge syringe, appeared around the corner of the staircase, coming up.

The ghost nurse moved much faster than the burnt ghost.

When it rains, it pours. On the other side of the corridor, footsteps sounded in sync, heavy and thudding, each step as if stomping on Yang Xiao’s heart.

"Hiss—"

Yang Xiao didn’t understand why he was so unlucky: the sick ghost, Frog Ghost, and the burnt ghost, three ghosts were all seeking him out. Were there no living people left in this hospital?

There was no time to think deeply about it now, as the situation was extremely dire. The 7th floor he was on was the topmost, with nowhere left to run upward, and the three ghosts were converging from three directions, moving with a coordinated and disciplined approach, clearly aiming to corner him to his death!

"Heh," he chuckled coldly, Yang Xiao suddenly realized he was no longer the helpless weakling he had been before. Now wielding the Power of Resentful Eyes, not just three, but even six ghosts wouldn’t stop Emperor Ye Xiao.

Calmly taking out the Soul-Capturing Mirror, Yang Xiao pointed his middle finger at the fast-approaching sick ghost and, in the next second, with spiritual power channeled into it, Yang Xiao... didn’t move.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly panicking, Yang Xiao tried a few more times to no avail. His abilities seemed suppressed within the confines of this hospital.

Watching the three encroaching ghosts, Yang Xiao’s air of superiority instantly evaporated, and he bolted towards the elevator, frantically pounding the up-button, "Hurry! Hurry up!!"

Finally, just as the sick ghost’s thick needle was about to pierce through him, Yang Xiao desperately fled into the elevator, and with a "bam," the heavy elevator door was punctured. Fortunately, it missed Yang Xiao, but it was still enough to startle a cold sweat from him.

As the elevator descended, escaping certain death, Yang Xiao’s heart pounded thunderously against his chest, leaning against the deepest wall of the elevator, his legs went weak, gasping for breath.

With the opening of the elevator doors, he arrived in the lobby on the first floor. Just as the rag doll had told him, after regaining his body, he could see many things that were previously invisible to him, such as the true forms of the sick ghost and the burnt ghost, as well as the tea-colored glass door in the hospital’s main lobby.

"Thud."

"Thud."

"Thud."

Heavy footsteps echoed from the neighboring stairwell, a terrifying figure thundering downward. Yang Xiao did not dare hesitate, rushing towards the glass door. Just as the footsteps seemed to catch up to him, he finally smashed through the glass door and sprinted out of the dreadful building.

Outside was the night, but everywhere was permeated with an ominous, blood-red glow. Suddenly looking up, he saw the sky adorned with a blood-red full moon.

He was in what appeared to be an activity garden for a sanatorium; there was a pond nearby with a bubbling fountain, and the greenery around was well maintained with flower beds and planted greenery, all looking peaceful, yet under the light of the Blood Moon, everything here was shrouded in an ominous aura.

The only relief for Yang Xiao was that the several ghosts did not follow him out; three ghosts stood side by side, staring him down through the blurred glass door.

Through the behavior of the three ghosts, Yang Xiao was certain he was the last survivor within the hospital building. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

To be precise, he was the last living person to escape.

Worried about stirring up more trouble, Yang Xiao immediately left. The most urgent task now was to rendezvous with Qu Muzhi. He took out his cell phone and sent another message to Qu Muzhi. This time he received a reply quickly, but the content was very brief, with just two words:

Be careful.

Upon seeing those two characters, Yang Xiao subconsciously frowned—the mission had ended, and now the only thing to be cautious of were the teammates who had likewise luckily survived. And almost immediately, he locked onto his target: it was Prisoner No.44, still alive!

It seemed Qu Muzhi had already encountered Prisoner No.44, and the situation appeared rather grim. He must have been trapped.

First, he took out all his magic artifacts in turn to test them. Sure enough, after leaving the hospital building, the restrictions placed on him had been lifted. However, since his body had been previously frozen, his mind was still somewhat groggy, and his spiritual power could only exert about 70% of its peak.

Using the abilities of the Soul-Capturing Mirror and the Human Bone Staff, Yang Xiao quickly located Qu Muzhi, who was in front of a two-story concrete house not far from here. When Yang Xiao arrived, he realized the situation was worse than he had thought. Qu Muzhi was injured—and severely at that—with a bloody wound on his chest that was continuously bleeding out.

But oddly enough, he only saw Qu Muzhi and not the person he was fighting. In addition, there was a stone statue sitting cross-legged in front of the two-story concrete house.

Upon seeing the face of the statue, Yang Xiao was also taken aback—the statue’s face was actually a mask with the faintly visible inscription, "Dao Character No. 22."

This was a living person!

No, he used to be... once a living person!

"Captain Yang, be careful," Qu Muzhi came to Yang Xiao’s side, with his long spear held behind him, potent spiritual power coursing over it, ready to be unleashed.

"What’s the situation?" Yang Xiao asked, as he used the detection ability of the Human Bone Staff to guard their surroundings. There was dense vegetation near the two-story concrete house, with many tall and large trees that severely limited visibility.

A faint green light seeped through the narrow windows of the concrete house—Yang Xiao now understood that the Green Jade was hidden within this two-story building.

"That guy tried to ambush me, but I saw through it. However, he also managed to wound me," Qu Muzhi explained. "He found the body before me, and I nearly died at his hands. Luckily, I summoned a ghost at the last moment."

"How about you? What’s your situation?" Qu Muzhi inquired.

Hearing this, Yang Xiao sighed and reflected, "Thanks to your help, I was saved from being ambushed and killed. I owe you a favor this time."

Unexpectedly, upon saying this, Qu Muzhi suddenly froze, looking puzzled at Yang Xiao, "Captain Yang, what did I help you with?"

"You protected me by killing the guy who wanted to ambush me," Yang Xiao was also confused, "Long Zi No. 99, right in the cold storage, wasn’t he killed by you?"

Qu Muzhi shook his head, furrowing his brows, "I’ve been stuck fighting that guy the whole time; I didn’t go to the sixth floor at all."

"Hiss—"

Now it was Yang Xiao’s turn to be baffled. If it wasn’t Qu Muzhi, then who could it be that would kindly help him? Could it be... a ghost had accidentally lent a hand?

Recalling the manner of the corpse’s death, only the Frog Ghost’s weapon seemed possible... but it still didn’t quite match.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao’s Human Bone Staff in his hand sent a signal. Malicious intent was nearby, but strangely, there wasn’t just one source of it—it was as if enemies surrounded them from all directions.

Yang Xiao and Qu Muzhi stood back to back, each other’s support. He glanced at Dao Character No. 22, which had turned into a stone sculpture, with no doubt that this person had been taken out.

"Were they like this when you got here?"

"Yes," Qu Muzhi nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping over the surroundings like a hawk, "It’s his doing. He’s stronger than I expected; he probably only got out 10 minutes before me, but he’s already killed someone."

"And there’s no trace of a struggle at the scene. It all ended in an instant," Yang Xiao analyzed, based on the evidence at the scene, "Did you figure out the identity of Prisoner No.44?"

"He’s a Sect Leader of the Yu Yuan Sect."

"From the You Generation?"

"Mm-hmm."

"F*ck..." Yang Xiao’s expression darkened.